'So we'll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies'

Dark, yet highly amusing.

No words.

i saw that episode, and it was actually pretty funny.

hope no one blames the show though.

people themselves are to blame for choices they make.

Another good work. Your creativity and expression amazes me.

Keep it up.

Thanks for the comments everybody,

You've all been very helpful.

Have a nice day!

I wrote this a few years ago. It isn't well written and it was simply a paper I did for school on my own personal experiences. However, its important to me.

Hey, Jude, don’t make it bad, take a sad song and make it better, remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better…

The first time I heard this song, I was waiting for the start of a movie when the preview for Across the Universe came on. You see a young man in a brown coat crouching down on his knees with the tide of the ocean sinking in and out of the shore while he looks up towards the camera and begins to sing the old Beatles song Hey Jude. I feel in love with that song right then and there. I had never really heard any Beatles music as a kid, but I knew that I felt something when I listened to this song. My dad actually when out and bought a collection of Beatles songs with Hey Jude on the list because I loved it so much. I listened to it on my stereo all the time. I really did like Hey Jude around that time. But now I feel pain to have to listen to that song. I never want to hear it again.
Hey, Jude, don’t be afraid, you were made to go out and get her, the minute you let her under your skin, then you begin to make it better…
At the end of my school year as a junior, my family decided we would get two new dachshund puppies. We had had a dachshund named Scooter for seven years and my parents really wanted to get some new life around the house. At first I was upset. I thought they were forgetting about Scooter and looking for a better dog, cuter and younger. It took a long time to convince me that nothing would change and that Scooter would be trained properly to be okay around the puppies. I agreed and the first pup we got was from some dog breeders who lived in our old neighborhood. After we got Joy, the family we had bought her from showed my parents a picture of a small chocolate colored dog they were getting shipped from Indiana. Though he had a small hernia in his belly, he was completely healthy and the surgery would be easy to fix it as well. My parents decided to take him, and a couple weeks later he came off that plane and into our home. It was my turn to pick a name. I went over so many choices; I’d never been able to name a pet before, so for me it was a big deal. I finally settled on the name Jude, after my favorite Beatles song. He was the sweetest little runt you could have ever laid eyes on and he was mine. I took to him easily and I really mothered him in a lot of ways, way more then the other two. He was always getting pushed around by the others, he almost seemed anemic at times, he was so frail and tired. I would always pick him up gently from his crate and nestle him down into my jacket to sleep on the couch for awhile. I loved Jude a lot.
And any time you feel the pain, hey, Jude, refrain, don’t carry the world upon your shoulders, well don’t you know that it’s a fool who plays it cool, by making his world a little colder…
My seventeenth birthday came around and I had nobody to celebrate it with. My best friend had left to live in Kentucky during the winter and I had always celebrated my birthday with just him. I was really depressed, so my mom came up with the idea that we could drive down to Chandler and spend the time going around the mall down there. I had nothing better to do, so I agreed and we left early in the morning with my aunt. We got there around noon and started looking through different shops. I found a really good bargain on an evening gown and made a purchase, and my sister got me my present while we were there. We sat down at a nice Mexican restaurant and then left to make the two hour drive back to my house. We were very happy.
Hey, Jude! Don’t let her down, you have found her, now go and get her, remember, to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better…
My little sister and I entered the house first. I heard Scooter scratching on the bathroom door in the hallway and realized he must have been accidentally locked in there the whole time. I told my sister to let him out since my arms were full with packages and I made my way up the stairs. I was halfway up when I heard the scream. At first I thought she had found another dead rat, because the same thing had happened before. But she didn’t stop screaming. She screamed and screamed, I thought her throat could have bled she screamed so hysterically. It was the worst sound I had ever heard in my entire life. I got down stairs and she fell into my arms, sobbing, “He’s dead…Jude’s dead.”
So let it out and let it in, hey, Jude, begin, you’re waiting for someone to perform with, and don’t you know that it’s just you, hey Jude, you’ll do, the movement you need is on your shoulder…
I did not believe her. I moved away from her and opened the bathroom door. He was so light, I couldn’t feel him as the door pushed his body away, like a limp Raggedy Ann doll. He would have looked like he was sleeping too, if it hadn’t been for his missing left front arm that made the insides of his shoulder look like raw chicken meat. I shut the door quickly, Audrey was already in the house by now, and I started to break down. I never cry in front of people. Ever. I always make sure my emotions are under check and prepare myself before showing myself in front of others. I wasn't prepared for this. I couldn't control myself. Every one of us was crying, Elaine in Audrey's arms and I was just clutching myself. My old dog had killed and eaten this baby of mine. He killed Jude while we were away and had eaten him. My mom and aunt came in the house, and before I could stop her, she opened the door and saw him. Now my mom lost it. I believe we were lucky my aunt was with us. She'd seen many worse things and she held it together during the time. Meanwhile, I was having a complete emotional breakdown. Jude had been my dog, my baby, he'd been my responsibility. I named him, I'd loved him, I'd watched over him. I let him close to my heart. And I had lost him so fast, so easily, and in such a way as I can't even tell you what it is I see in my head when I think of what must have happened. After awhile, they all went over to the couch and sat down, crying with one another. I tried to compose myself after awhile, tried to regain myself and wipe away the tears. My dad came home though, and I just fell apart on him. This was the first time I hadn't been able to control my tears, and I just kept replaying the scene over and over again in my head.
Hey, Jude, don’t make it bad, take a sad song and make it better, remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better…
I went upstairs to my room to be by myself. My older sister came up, and told me they were going to bury him. I went downstairs and went outside. I watched as my father dug a grave. He was still in his work clothes, he hadn't had time to change and take a shower. Jude was put in a bag and placed in the grave. My mom said a few words, I don't really remember what. After he was buried, we rolled a huge rock over to mark his grave. That night, while I was there, my mom came in the room. She gave me his little collar. It was a light, brown, plaid color, with little pink accents. We had just made a license for him, and it was all there, still on it. When my mom left, I smelled it and it had his smell on it, a strong puppy smell. It wasn't until a few days later that I realized why the scent was so strong. It was his fear scent, and it had completely covered the collar. I remember wearing that collar on my wrist every night for weeks before falling asleep. After that day, I wasn't able to eat. It took me a couple days before I got back into normal eating habits, and even then I wasn't eating normal. I hadn’t been able to eat meat since then. Its not that I didn't want it, in fact, my mouth watered with thinking about it. But I just couldn’t eat it. I knew if I did, I'd only see Jude, with him and his missing limb. I think about him all the time, and I just remember over and over again the sound of the screaming, and I see in my mind what happened when he was trapped in there, alone and scared, helpless to attack. At night, I feared the time before I fell asleep. It was at those times I visualized it the most, and saw over and over again the incident. I was like a frightened child in bed, praying to God that I would fall asleep quickly so I wouldn't see it. As many months have passed, I’ve gotten over the incident, and I now live with Scooter, Joy, and a new dog named Savannah. I never once blamed Scooter for what happened. He was an animal, and he felt that his security as the alpha male had been threatened, it was natural instincts. But there has not been a day that’s gone by that I haven’t thought about it. Because I still miss my Jude.
Na na na, nanana na, nanana na, hey Jude.

Kiss my lips

So I may die tonight

All wind up in my dreams

However

You remain unseen.

Kiss my lips,

So I can live my life.

Soft winds rush upon me

As I tumble forward

Wall flys past,

Don't push me back

I want to see you

So you can kiss me

Here it comes

Here it come...

I agree, I've only been on here a day and I already had three men ask for a relationship with no strings attached.

Maybe we girls should just all become lesbians, it would be so much nicer!

it was a pretty depressing time in my life, 'kay?

it was the most recent photo i had anyways.

erotic? why?

and why is everyone drinking beers here???

Guess I could claim I'm french or something...

??????

thanks

What do you guys think? Good profile or bad?

Trust me, I've waited years to do this. People are always like, 'Oh, so you've been to Japan?' and I always have to say no.

It's my lifelong dream come true. Ideally, this experience will let me go back.

Supposably, when foreigners first go to Japan they think that their all treated equally and that the society is extremely democratic, but really thats just a surface belief.

There's actually alot of segregation in Japan, though its not really talked about since the U.S sees Japan as its ally in Asia.

Dumb people.

Well its good that I'm super tall then, it'll just make me all the more noticable.

And I always let ladies go first, its the polite thing to do.

Really? No tables? That's kind of hard to believe since its considered rude to eat while your walking around.

Maybe its more of a real estate issue in Japan since land costs so much.

Weird.

I know people get shoved into trains, but I just talked to someone who got back from Japan, said this practice wasn't used as much as people made it out to be.

Said it was more of a run and jump into the train, like body surfing, sounds like fun.